So another thing I have been up to was this little piece of insanity.
This here is a work in insanity brought up by my good friend Aiden when he was given weaker meds, and I was a tad drunk.
We are told its funny.
This one was penned by my co-author Aiden.
Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did. :3
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They did not know what they had wrought. They could not understand the delicate complexity of her machinations, the way each piece connected to the other for the fulfillment of a single purpose. They did not appreciate the hard work, the sacrifices, that she had needed to perform in order to make things work as they should.
And now, because of their ignorance, she had to step out once more into the light.
Her face was as straight as it ever had been as she adjusted the leather that was, by tradition and obligation, skintight against her body. It was clinging and pinching and making it mildly difficult to breathe, but this was how things were done.
Damn them for making her have to return to this abomination of poor air circulation.
Now where did she put the mask? She could have sworn it was under here somewhere...
"Sella? Did you... move my mask?" Leysritt asked in the same flat tone she used for everything, glancing up from where she was kneeling in that black skintight leather suit as it molded to every bountiful curve.
The sofa; she normally hid it under the sofa.
Sella, of course, was sitting right there.
"I would never touch that... disgusting fetish mask of your's. Why would you even think that?"
Ah, she was scowling. Evidence of irritation. Or sexual tension.
Irritation due to sexual tension?
Unlikely in this case, though it would explain her sudden fixation on the possible uses she puts it to ... no, probably just irritation.
She reached further back, just in case it somehow got stuck there ... no, nothing.
Leysritt looked back up to her, and stared.
"My mask."
She kept staring for a long time. She did not move. She did not blink. Her eyes remained focused solely on those of her sister, placid like a still and silent lake.
Sella felt sweat begin to slowly form at the back of her neck.
"Sella."
"I...I t-threw it out."
"Sella."
"I'm telling the truth!"
"Sella."
"..." Sella finally pulled the mask out from behind her and meekly held it out. "Just...just don't do anything too crazy. I don't want you to get hurt."
Leysritt looked from the mask in Sella's hand. To Sella. Back to the mask and back to her sister. She then took it and said. "Thank you."
She slid the mask over her face, and stood to make her way to the door. At last, it was time to set right what had been made wrong.
To return those who had been misplaced to their proper places.
To restore the integrity of her everyday life with great swiftness and force.
The door opened, and red eyes blinked once behind the mask in momentary discomfort as the summer sun beat down on her.
Well... no use standing around then.
It was time for The White Sloth to remind the world why it should tremble.
'Nobody gets away with depriving me of Netflix.'